Chapter six hundred and fifth one pick a few hundred
"Hmph, you are really arrogant." The little devil at the front had a ferocious look on his face. He clenched the 38 cap in his hand and hummed: "You are looking for death, so don't blame us for bullying more than others."
He Zhenzhong shrugged, "I don't mind."
"You." Those little devils were immediately very angry. These Chinese people really didn't shed tears until they saw the coffin. Humph, there were hundreds of them, and they picked up all kinds of things. How can this guy be so big?
confidence.
"If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, get out." He Zhenzhong became impatient.
"Too arrogant. Does he think this is China?"
"He must be taught a profound lesson."
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, the little devils' noses were almost twisted with anger, and they all stared at Lin Yi unkindly, as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
It's a pity that they don't know that He Zhenzhong opposite is not a lamb, but an out-and-out murderous demon. In Indonesia alone, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians died directly or indirectly in his hands.
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"bring it on."
With a deep voice, the muscles on He Zhenzhong's body bulged up one by one, as hard as steel. And the aura on his body also changed, bloody and cold, with a strong murderous intent rushing out.
Immediately, the eyes of the few little devils standing at the front showed a look of fear, and an inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of their hearts, and then quickly spread throughout their bodies, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Deng Deng Deng.
Several guys turned pale and involuntarily stepped back. Their faces were pale. The Chinese man in front of them looked like a cruel and bloodthirsty demon, which made them feel like they didn't dare to look directly.
After retreating into the crowd and feeling the people around them, the guys felt a little better, and then they felt a strong sense of shame in their hearts. They were so frightened by a Chinese that they backed away. They were completely embarrassed.
, unforgivable.
"ah."
The guy at the front yelled and rushed towards He Zhenzhong.
call.
Deng Deng Deng.
As if a chain reaction had been triggered, all the little Japs behind him who had been ready to make a move all rushed over. Suddenly, He Zhenzhong was surrounded by a sea of water, like a small boat in the sea that could be submerged at any time.
"Damn the Chinese, die."
"Beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy."
The little devil's roar kept ringing out, but He Zhenzhong seemed not to hear it. His expression remained calm, as if he were dead, with no emotion on his face. He was like one of those eminent monks who had abandoned all external interference.
.
call.
Taking a deep breath, He Zhenzhong moved.
Yes, when faced with hundreds of little Japs charging towards them, he did not retreat, but instead charged forward.
At this moment, the tourists and the Japanese police who were watching were stunned. No one thought that He Zhenzhong actually dared to take action. These were hundreds of people, not hundreds of pigs. Even if it was hundreds of pigs,
The pigs are all rushing towards each other, so it's not something that one person can stop, right?
Does this guy think he is a god? The Japanese police around them set up a cordon, but they showed no intention of stepping forward to stop him. They were happy to see a Chinese being taught a lesson.
Boom.
He stamped his right foot on the ground violently, and He Zhenzhong's body rushed forward like a shell.
"ah."
Whoosh.
The imitation 38 cover and several found sticks fell on He Zhenzhong's head, or swept across him, sealing his front, back, left, right, and bottom in an instant.
The force was so great that there was even a harsh sound of breaking through the air. No one would doubt that this blow was still carried out, and every bone in the body would be broken.
He Zhenzhong's eyes twitched slightly, but he did not dodge or dodge.
Boom, boom, boom.
The dull sound of meat rang out, and everyone around was frightened.
What?
Those guys' eyes were wide open. After receiving so many blows, this guy didn't do anything at all. Is this Chinese man's body made of iron?
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong stretched out his hand, spread out his fingers, grabbed a stick that he couldn't take back in time, and pulled it hard. The little devil's face was frightened, and he rushed towards He Zhenzhong involuntarily.
call.
boom.
The guy opened his mouth and screamed, his face immediately twisted into a ball of pain, his body bent like a shrimp, and he flew backwards.
Whoosh.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong waved his right hand, and the stick in his hand blocked the sticks of the other guys. Then he kicked his feet on the ground and rushed forward violently.
"ah."
With a loud shout, He Zhenzhong stepped on the ground and his body suddenly rose into the air. At the same time, he twisted his waist and his right hand violently rotated along with his body.
Snap, snap, snap.
The long stick swept in a circle, and the guys surrounding He Zhenzhong were all unsteady, and the things they were holding were thrown away. Their expressions changed suddenly, and they hurriedly wanted to retreat.
Boom.
After landing, He Zhenzhong didn't stop at all. He bent his feet and bounced, and his body shot out again. His right hand retracted and pushed forward.
call.
A piercing scream sounded.
Whoosh.
The long stick passed between the feet of the guys in front, and then He Zhenzhong violently raised his right hand upwards.
Snapped.
"ah."
The shrill screams suddenly sounded. The guys screamed and immediately closed their feet tightly and clamped the sticks. The blood had already splashed on their crotches.
hiss.
The kid next to him couldn't help but gasp, feeling the coolness in his crotch, and subconsciously took a few steps back.
He actually had the upper hand? The onlookers all widened their eyes with dull faces, as if they couldn't believe what they saw. In this encounter, it was the Chinese who had the upper hand, and those who were numerous in number
The Japanese were suppressed.
"You are like this, how can you still be a samurai? A bunch of soft-legged shrimps."
"Hmph, it seems that I have to give you a Sick Man of East Asia sign. You can't do that."
Topless, He Zhenzhong stood proudly, raised his middle finger and shook it at the little devils.
The little devils around were all livid, their bodies were shaking, and their lungs were almost exploding with anger. This Chinese was so arrogant and infuriating. They all clenched the sticks, knives, and even fists in their hands, and then swarmed
They surrounded He Zhenzhong. They must let this Chinese know how powerful they are, and they must beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy.